Gettin’ back to where you once belonged
Holy crap for crap, you got back to Strea-Tarl! With the exception of Leena, Delayna and occasionally Savuud, you all shacked up at the Yanni Japeth Inn, relaxing for a few days, and then made preparations for slaying these medusae back at the ruined city, getting Lord Gregor’s booty, and rescuing Callie from the all-powerful lich.
Yanni, attending a few small dinner parties for nobles only, learned that many nobles were giving more of a wary eye, rather than an accepting one, and he received a letter from one noble in particular. It read:
I was most taken aback to learn of the roguish company you keep. As a matter of fact, with the scoundrels you’ve aligned yourself, you may have tossed your chances of Noble status right into the Thasean Sea; not to mention perhaps no small legal implications of such matters. Perhaps you would like to come calling with most haste, and perhaps unfortunate imprisonment can be avoided, yes? For, as you read this, let me assure you, your friends’ speedy departure will not save face—or lives—this time. If your are a little befuddled, perhaps you should speak with your fine trio of friends over a scrumptious dinner of mutton or steak in topics say…concerning my husband. I await your generous and fulfilling visit.
the Lady Steilsand